The noise of Pegasus stamping his hooves was plain to hear. Then, as the bolts were drawn back and the door swung open, she gave a little whistle. The Head Groom stood to one side as if he expected a tornado to come tearing into the yard.
But Pegasus came out slowly.
He was looking magnificent with his shining coat and tossing head.
“Pegasus!” Candida called.
He gave a little whinny as if in sheer delight, bucked to show his independence and then came trotting towards her.
“Pegasus,” she said softly. “How are you, my love?”
She put up her arms as he reached her side and the great stallion nuzzled his nose against her neck.
“Are you well?” she asked. “Are they looking after you properly? Oh, my dear, I missed you this morning.”
She had no idea what a picture she made or indeed that
